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Maybe it should’ve annoyed me that he spoke sweetly to her, but it didn’t. I actually thought it was kind of cute.
She licked his face, earning a wry grin. “I know, I smell good.”
She licked him again, as if confirming it.
He chuckled, and the sound was ridiculously attractive. “Taste good too, huh?”
She licked him a few more times. If I’d been in human form, I would’ve rolled my eyes… but also not judged her, because the man was gorgeous, and he definitely smelled good. She was probably even right about him tasting good, not that it really mattered.
Even if he did, I had no intentions of finding out. The asshole would prefer the pain of the climax to spending it in my bed, which meant I wasn’t touching him with a damned pole.
Romance-wise, at least.
I did still need to poke him frequently, though.
My wolf wagged her tail, licked Zed one more time, and then took off into the forest behind the townhouses. His chuckle followed her into the trees.
She practically flew through the plants, navigating the nonexistent trails as if she knew them like the back of her hand. The way she moved was enough to impress me, but the forest, the trees… it was breathtaking.
The way the moon streamed through the branches was enough to choke me up a bit, and I was no stranger to un-traveled paths and empty forests. Views like the one my wolf was barely noticing were a huge part of the reason I’d started traveling in the first place, but it had been a long, long time since a piece of the world took my breath away.
If I’d been human, my eyes would’ve watered a bit. I suppose that was another benefit of having a wolf in me—no tears.
At least, not while she was in control.
The wolf continued to sprint like hell was on her heels, weaving through the forest like it was a part of her.
Maybe it was.
From what Zed had said, I assumed she was running like crazy because she wanted to see if he could follow her. He’d mentioned something about… scent tracking?
Yeah, he said she would want to make sure Zed’s wolf could track her by scent alone. If that was the case, she’d probably want to be long gone by the time he finally finished shifting, to make it more challenging.
If I was choosing a husband based on whether or not he could smell me, I’d make damn sure he could smell me really well, after all. And she wasn’t insane; she was just a wolf.
We ran for what felt like ages before my wolf jerked her head to the side, still sprinting at full speed.
I heard a cracking noise, followed by a roar, and then she skidded to a stop.
And came face-to-face with a baby bear.
It may well have been the most adorable thing I had ever seen—but its mom was really damn pissed that we were looking at it.
The bear rose up on her back legs, snarling at my wolf, and then charged.
My wolf didn’t so much as budge.
I screamed at her mentally, trying to shake her, to get her to move, but she didn’t.
Hell, she didn’t even blink.
She remained where she was, as if the bear charging at her was nothing more than a leaf blowing in the damned wind.
Just before the bear collided with her, a set of teeth were on the scruff of her neck, ripping her out of danger’s way. Zed’s wolf nudged her toward the trees with his nose, and she turned a bit, but waited.
The other wolf seemed to realize that she wasn’t going anywhere, and stepped between her and the bear.
Rather than asserting dominance like I expected him to (thank you for the misinformation, every werewolf book ever), Zed’s wolf lowered his head to the ground when he saw the bear coming for him.
